This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1876 edition. Excerpt: ...long look, and then a shout into the station, "Do you make her out now, Ralph?" Ralph, also in tarpaulin from head to foot, came forth, after having begged Jenny to remain within "comfortable." In a low, gruff voice Ralph Tilbury said, when he was close to his old shipmate, " Make her out enough to know this, ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1876 edition. Excerpt: ...long look, and then a shout into the station, "Do you make her out now, Ralph?" Ralph, also in tarpaulin from head to foot, came forth, after having begged Jenny to remain within "comfortable." In a low, gruff voice Ralph Tilbury said, when he was close to his old shipmate, " Make her out enough to know this, Tom, that I should not like to be aboard on her. It's my belief her engines ha' broken down. If she is manageable, the most lubberly skipper that ever handled a boat would stand off on a night like this 'ere." Then the two raised their glasses, and silently watched the black speck in the grey, confused distance. After some minutes the watchers talked in short sentences, still keeping their glasses on the ship. "She's drifting as sure as my name's Joe Slapp." "By God she is! D' ye make out her stacks?" "I wish I could, Ralph." Joe Slapp dropped his glass, fixed it resolutely under his arm, as though it had shown him too much already, and then said, "Between you and me, Ralph Tilbury, a awful suspicion crept over me as I caught sight of the breakers dancing on the reef like madmen. The Castle's been signalled. Oh, God! if that was the craft! If she has fought her way all these months, to come to this!" "The Castle! She was no craft to face such a night on this coast. Zounds, Joe!" Ralph Tilbury presently shouted above the wind, while his glass swept the horizon, "she's a red chimney!" "Then she's the Castle, old man." As he spoke Joe Slapp dropped his glass under his arm, and looked vacantly out over the boiling sea. "Nay," said a sailor, standing hard by, "I think not; she looks to me a clumsier craft: some foreigner, I take it, ...
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